My paternal grandmother had a little brass statue of the Three ‘Wise’ Monkeys sitting on the hutch in her kitchen. As a child I hated them: I thought they were scary and ugly. Ironically, as an adult I realise those monkeys represented the true values of my family – secrecy at all costs.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I used to be scared of the word suicide. It was a dark, fearful & unknown term. Even though I grew up knowing my maternal grandmother had taken her own life, it was more comfortable for me to think of suicide as a problem that affected others. Horrifically, I also subscribed to the school of thought believing suicide was the ultimate in selfish acts; and I even turned down a wonderful job opportunity because some of the clients were in a high risk category of suicide. Yet look at where I am today – loud & vocal about our need to improve suicide awareness.